To please all his customers all that he can;
Some Topsmen I found had come to the spot,
To look at their darlings, each good hardy Scot;
When business was o'er they did not decline,
To take a few bottles of Vince's port wine;
The flavour was such they could not refrain,
To fill up a bumper again and again.
I found these good fellows are men of sense,
That to learning and knowledge may lay a pretence;
Most of these gentlemen always can find,
A stranger's good converse to cherish the mind.
When they went away, in the garden, I stray'd,
And do not repent there a visit I paid,
There was pinks, there was roses, and cucumbers too,
And peas of the finest I ever did view:
The evergreens pleas'd me their odour was sweet,
And a thousand of other sweet shrubs did I meet,
But oh what sweet pleasures your mind to fulfil.
Is the view that you have on the top of the hill.
The river delighteth the mind and the eye
On which you see wherries constant pass by,
Besides there is barges that proudly do ride,
With packets to Yarmouth assisted by tide;
There's low-lands and up-lands that gladden the sight,
And a thousand sweet objects the mind to delight
And such view of the city as must please the eye,
A thousand old buildings you there may descry;
Oh this is a garden I said to myself,
That was I a man that had plenty of wealth,
I would ramble to daily, myself to regale,
For Vince I well know have some fine flavour'd ale;
And those that have tasted his porter declare,
That two or three glasses the spirits will cheer;
Here's Jamaca Rum that will gladden the heart
The flavour of which will much pleasure impart;
His Hollands you'd find would soon make you merry,
And your cheeks my good Sir look as red as a cherry;
But oh for his Brandy put that in a bowl,
With his very strong Rum & 'twould soon cheer the soul.
His best English Gin will banish all care,
If you take but enough I vow and declare;
He keeps Cows to afford you a little good stuff,
If you only will add to it Rum quite enough;
Besides with your Hautboys he will find you cream
Now do not suppose that this is a dream;
Step into Vince's and you'll find it true,
That what I have stated may be found by you;
For your steed or you poney there's a stable I say,
That is kept clean and neat with the finest of hay.
And his friends from the